Hell, it's barely tolerable some days. Then again, some days are WAY better than others. Even at work.Monday's are easily the worst though. It seems t...at everyone had some problem over the weekend and just has to report it first thing Monday. This particular Monday was no different than any other. We were slammed. I believe "running around like a chicken with its head cut off" is the expression. We were all dead chickens that day.It was just ticket after ticket. Phone call after phone call. I. And he lives with her in Germany.I asked why can’t you tell this to their parents? she told because she doesn’t want to damage her family value and cried. I listened to her without interrupting her. I advised her to have another marriage, as she is young and beautiful. Second marriage is now common now and advised her not to waste her beauty and age. She told she loves me and hugged me tightly, and went to the kitchen and started crying.I went to the kitchen and hugged her from behind and tries. Without hesitating, Maria selected a leather flogger, effectively a cat o’nine-tails, and ran it through her hand, testing its weight and feel. Without warning, she started to thrash Pilar’s unprotected belly with the leather strands of the flogger. While it would cause her no lasting harm, the multiple leather thongs made a pretty criss-cross pattern on the young girl’s white flesh, and made her writhe and cry out in anguish as her mistress laid about her task with relish. She paid particular. .. how long?"The Mac's tenor voice answered Ginny's question: "137 DAYS 15 HOURS TWENTYTWO MINUTES ... NINETYTHREE PERCENT OF ACCEPTABLE MINIMUM..." Ninetythree percent of the one hundred and fortyeight days we have to have!" I threw down my stylus. "Seven percent more, just seven percent!" Poor Jared." Her fingers wove through my hair, massaging the back of my neck in the familiar way that I loved. Loved and hated. "Only seven percent away from the solution to saving the world. Oh well, the.